Endless Thoughts
A Harry Potter one shot
There are always endless thoughts that circle around and around in my head. Not important thoughts not even coherent thoughts most of the time. For time to time, I write my thoughts into stories of people's lives and personalities and things I never want to remember but must document.
Perhaps it was good to vent years of pent up emotions and feelings. Things like love, they spurred writing to an unimaginable degree. At some point, I thought I was ready to experience it and had dated many young women. However, soon those thoughts, those endless thoughts, began their march through my head once again.
My thoughts turned to my old school. The people I had been friends with, the alliances made, my supposed enemies, and my mistakes.
At one point, as I lived my life quietly, I realized how lonely it was in my apartment flat and even more so how much I wanted someone in my home with me, near me, and beside me as I slept.
Almost in a clichéd way, an old…friend, I suppose, dropped into my life. He was intelligent, beautiful, strong, annoying, funny, and a million other things both positive and negative.
Before long, I knew I was in love.
Love is such a troublesome thing, but a wonder to behold. I spent countless hours watching him though he did not live with me. I cherished moments where we shouted and yelled insults at each other because it was, to a degree, conversing.
No thoughts, endless thoughts, danced in my head. I wrote every action, feeling, and hope down and prayed to a happy ending.
Before long, I got what I wanted. Someone to cherished, to have and hold, and to love as though they were the air of life I needed so desperately. A man strong and intelligent and all my own; I was his and he was mine.
Finally, no more endless thoughts, nothing circling clumsily around my mind, instead they were important thoughts, coherent thoughts. Still, I write them and weave them into stories of my life, his life, our life, and of things documented that I must remember.
The End
Author's Notes: Nothing special. I just need to vent a moment of odd creative energy. Flame if you like, I'm cold anyway. HP/DM slash.